Dr. Heidegger's experiment: The birthmark, Ethan Brand, Wakefield, Drowne's wooden image, The ambitious guest, The great stone face, The gray champion
Doubleday, McClure & co., 1902 - 192 pages
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Ambitious Guest amid Aminadab appeared aspect Aylmer barouche Bartram beautiful beheld birthmark Bliss Perry book of magic bosom breath carver cheek Colonel Killigrew Copley countenance cried crimson hand crowd dearest doctor's door dream Drowne Drowne's Wooden Image Ernest Ethan Brand eyes fancied father felt figure fire Fountain of Youth furnace Gathergold gaze Georgiana glance glass gleam Gray Champion guest head heard heart Heidegger Heidegger's Experiment human husband ical idea imagine kiln laugh light lime-burner lime-kiln lips looked man's marble Medbourne mind mother mountain mountain-side nature never night Notch oaken Old Stony Phiz once pale passed poet prophecy replied rose round seemed shape shouted singular Sir Edmund Andros smile soul spirit Stone Face stood story strange stranger street thought threw tion turned Unpardonable valley vase visage voice Wakefield watching whole Widow Wycherly wife woman wonderful wrought young youth
Page 171 - Often had the poet held intercourse with the wittiest and the wisest, but never before with a man like Ernest, whose thoughts and feelings gushed up with such a natural freedom, and who made great truths so familiar by his simple utterance of them. Angels, as had been so often said, seemed to have wrought with him at his labor in the fields ; angels seemed to have sat with him by the fireside ; and, dwelling with angels as friend with friends, he had imbibed the sublimity of their ideas, and imbued...
Page 13 - Now he rattled forth full-throated sentences about patriotism, national glory, and the people's right ; now he muttered some perilous stuff or other in a sly and doubtful whisper, so cautiously that even his own conscience could scarcely catch the secret ; and now, again, he spoke in measured accents and a deeply deferential tone, as if a royal ear were listening to his well-turned periods.
Page 32 - Here, too, at an earlier period, he had studied the wonders of the human frame, and attempted to fathom the very process by which Nature assimilates all her precious influences from earth and air, and from the spiritual world, to create and foster Man, her masterpiece. The latter pursuit, however, Aylmer had long laid aside, in unwilling recognition of the truth, against which all seekers sooner or later stumble, that our great creative Mother, while she amuses us with apparently working in the broadest...
Page 153 - ... loved to go apart and gaze and meditate upon the Great Stone Face. According to their idea of the matter, it was a folly, indeed, but pardonable, inasmuch as Ernest was industrious, kind, and neighborly, and neglected no duty for the sake of indulging this idle habit. They knew not that the Great Stone Face...
Page 19 - Youth is all lavished on the ground. Well— I bemoan it not; for if the fountain gushed at my very doorstep, I would not stoop to bathe my lips in it— no, though its delirium were for years instead of moments. Such is the lesson ye have taught me!
Page 135 - I want you and father and grandma'm, and all of us, and the stranger too, to start right away, and go and take a drink out of the basin of the Flume!" Nobody could help laughing at the child's notion of leaving a warm bed, and dragging them from a cheerful fire, to visit the basin of the Flume, — a brook, which tumbles over the precipice, deep within the Notch.
Page 144 - The Great Stone Face, then, was a work of nature in her mood of majestic playfulness, formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown together in such a position as, when viewed at a proper distance, precisely to resemble the features of the human countenance.
Page 47 - I might wish to put off this birthmark of mortality by relinquishing mortality itself in preference to any other mode. Life is but a sad possession to those who have attained precisely the degree of moral advancement at which I stand. Were I weaker and blinder it might be happiness. Were I stronger, it might be endured hopefully. But, being what I find myself, methinks I am of all mortals the most fit to die.
Page 147 - He spent his childhood in the log-cottage where he was born, and was dutiful to his mother, and helpful to her in many things, assisting her much with his little hands, and more with his loving heart. In this manner, from a happy yet often pensive child, he grew up to be a mild, quiet, unobtrusive boy, and sun-browned with labor in the fields, but with more intelligence brightening his aspect than is seen in many lads who have been taught at famous schools. Yet Ernest had had no teacher, save only...
Page 167 - ... and familiar majesty, as if he had been talking with the angels as his daily friends. Whether it were sage, statesman, or philanthropist, Ernest received these visitors with the gentle sincerity that had characterized him from boyhood, and spoke freely with them of whatever came uppermost, or lay deepest in his heart or their own. While they talked together, his face would kindle, unawares, and shine upon them, as with a mild evening light.